Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.